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The White Squall

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
9/13

This cheery prospect told us to be of good courage, leading us to hope that if we only waited patiently we might expect fine weather bye and bye.
At nine o'clock, the greater portion of the heavens was quite unobscured, the moon shining out, although looking pale and watery and with a big burr round her that showed the still unsettled condition of the atmosphere; the wind, strange to say, continuing to blow with almost as great force from the north-west as when it began, nearly forty-eight hours before.
"I'm afraid we're going to have a nasty night of it," said Captain Miles, who had just then come up from below with his sextant.

"Still, I'm glad to see our old friend the moon again, however greasy she may look.

I haven't been able to take an observation since Monday; so we'll see what a lunar may do in the way of fixing our position." Just then, there was a break in the haze that had caused the watery appearance of the fair orb of night; and Captain Miles, taking advantage of the opportunity, took his angles, a sight of two of the constellations also helping his calculations, and giving him data to work upon.

He then went down to his cabin again to work out the reckoning.
"Guess where we are, Marline ?" he said when he came up for the second time.

"I don't think you'll be able to tell within a degree!" "Somewhere between the forties, I should think, with all this scudding about north and south," replied the other.
"Well, I make it that we're just about 33 degrees 10 minutes North, and 41 degrees West longitude.


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